Rookwood [by W.H. Ainsworth]. Illustr. libr. ed

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Page 143 - Lay a garland on my hearse, Of the dismal yew; Maidens, willow branches bear; Say I died true: My love was false, but I was firm From my hour of birth. Upon my buried body lie Lightly, gentle earth!
Page xxvi - That humour interposed too often makes; All this still legible in memory's page, And still to be so to my latest age, Adds joy to duty, makes me glad to pay Such honours to thee as my numbers may; Perhaps a frail memorial, but sincere, Not scorned in heaven, though little noticed here.
Page 297 - Dick then made for the lower part of the heath, and skirted a part that leads towards North End, passing the furze-crowned summit, which is now crested by a clump of lofty pines. It was here that the chase first assumed a character of interest. Being open ground, the pursued and pursuers were in full view of each other ; and as Dick rode swiftly across the heath, with the shouting trio hard at his heels, the scene had a very animated appearance. He crossed the hill — the Hendon road — passed...
Page 32 - That pleasure was the chiefest good, (And was perhaps i' th' right, if rightly understood) His life he to his doctrine brought, And in a garden's shade that sovereign pleasure sought. Whoever a true epicure would be, May there find cheap and virtuous luxury.
Page 301 - Bess started forward at a pace which few horses could have equaled, and scarcely any have sustained so long. Even Dick, accustomed as he was to her magnificent action, felt electrified at the speed with which he was borne along. " Bravo ! bravo ! " shouted he ; " hark away, Bess ! " The deep and solemn woods through which they were rushing rang with his shouts and the sharp rattle of Bess...
Page 5 - Sad wailing moans, like human groans, the concert harsh prolong. But whether gale or calm prevail, or threatening cloud hath fled, By hand of Fate, predestinate, a limb that tree will shed : A verdant bough — untouched, I trow, by axe or tempest's breath — To Rookwood's head an omen dread of fast-approaching death.
Page 297 - Coates's party; and the time they lost in unfastening the gate, which none of them chose to leap, enabled Dick to put additional space betwixt them. It did not, however, appear to be his intention altogether to outstrip his pursuers: the chase seemed to give him excitement, which he was willing to prolong as much as was consistent with his safety. Scudding rapidly past Highgate, like a swift-sailing schooner with three lumbering Indiamen in her wake, Dick now took the lead along a narrow lane that...
Page xxxii - ... and trifling jollities, and do what lies in you to keep me always merry. Be frolic now, my lads, cheer up your hearts, and joyfully read the rest, with all the ease of your body and profit of your reins.
Page 287 - By moonlight, in darkness, by night, or by day, Her headlong career there is nothing can stay ; She cares not for distance, she knows not distress : Can you show me a courser to match with Black Bess ? " Egad ! I should think not," exclaimed King ; " you are as sentimental on the subject of your mare as I am when I think of my darling Susan. But pardon my interruption. Pray, proceed.
Page 343 - s chamber found his grace All on a cold sweat, altered much in face And language: since which apparition, He hath grown worse and worse, and I much fear He cannot live.

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